|Posted 21-12-2017 0:36 by Northward
Ik kwam dit interview laatst tegen:
While researching my IMPALED NAZARENE article, I came across a comment by the promoter of the New Zealand leg of the tour, describing it as ’four days of everything that could go wrong going wrong. It included car crashes, police raids and problems with an ex-prison skinhead gang’. Needless to say, I’m curious if there’s any truth to this.
– All true. New Zealand consists of two islands, the first show was in the south and it was a fucking horrible nightmare. There were maybe thirteen people in the audience, and half of them were these nazi guys … Maori nazis, not white Nazis – sieg heiling and so on – and we were like, ’What the hell is this?’ Of course there was no security either. Their leader had a huge swastika tattooed on his forehead, and after a few songs his girlfriend came up and took all my stage beer.
The young lady then preceded to alternate between gulping down Mika’s refreshments, and spitting them on him.
– While trying to sing, I’m like … this is not very nice. I saw the guy just waiting for me to say something to her, so he could come beat me up. It continued that way and then we had this sudden break when the drummer’s bass drum skin broke. At the same time all the nazis were in the toilet taking a piss, so we looked at each other and said: Now we escape! We grabbed all our shit and ran up to the room … like, ‘Fuck!’
The gig took place in a motel, so the band was lodging in the same building. They fled upstairs and barricaded themselves in their rooms.
– The next day our tour manager goes; ’I didn’t want to tell you yesterday, but the leader who said he wanted to kill you – last week he was released from prison where he spent ten years for murder.’ I was like … get us the fuck out of this place.
Mika reports that their second and third dates went ahead without major disaster – but then came the North Island, fourth and last New Zealand gig.
– We were separated in two cars, the drummer and bass player travelling with the support band. Their driver knew the road, but ours was from the South Island and had never been up north. They went this way, we went that way and ended up in these fucking Lord of the Rings mountains. Because we were already late, our chauffeur started speeding along the mountain road. We were like, ’This guy is driving too fast!’
The road turned sharply to the right, but the vehicle unfortunately didn’t quite follow suit. Luckily, they crashed into the mountainside instead of tumbling down the one hundred meter drop into a lake.
– A sheep farmer saw the accident, he came with his tractor and asked if we were alright. ’No! We are not okay. We have to get to Auckland because we have a show there tonight.’ He told us to jump into the tractor and then drove us to his home.
With nowhere nearby to hire a replacement car came the realisation that they would never make the seventy kilometres in time for the concert.
– ’No problem’, said the farmer, ’I have a friend with a small-propeller air plane – let me phone him.’ So this fucking guy managed to get us a private flight.
They were taken to a small airfield, boarded the plane and made it to Auckland in time.
– Despite being covered in bruises, I said: We have a show to do, so let’s do the show! As we were playing, the police suddenly appeared and started checking everyone’s ID. It was an over-eighteen show and half the audience were like fifteen, so they started throwing all the people out.
Instead of the expected triumphant feeling from defying adversity, Mika instead found himself in the midst of the most anti-climactic gig he’s ever played. Not only having to perform half-crippled and shell-shocked, to add insult to injury he could only watch as half of the attendance was escorted out by the constabulary.
– This is unreal, give me a gun – I must shoot myself. This was New Zealand for us. We later heard how there was a big competition between local promoters, so another motherfucker had called the police to say that kids were being let into our show.